There's no shortage of topics to write about after a few month hiatus from this juggernaut of whimsy. There's been a tragic shooting at Virginia Tech., a Commander-in-Chief less popular than the weakest Fox reality series, and a set of foreign occupations that leave us longing for a more Vietnam-like imbroglio. Any one of these would be worthy of comedic polish, and indeed were until I recently ordered a new fan for my office. Now normally you may not think this would rank up there with military occupations and psycho-shooters, but it does. In fact, this single stupid event revealed a way to save billions of dollars, possibly end our dependence on foreign oil and stall global warming.
Overblown? Overly dramatic? Let me explain.
Flying is a wholly unnatural act for an ape descendent species. We were not meant to fly. Birds - a dinosaur remnant, if "scientists" can still be trusted - they have an excuse for flying; for them, it's a natural act. For us it requires hours of preparation, including squeezing our liquids into clear plastic bags, before we are allowed the privilege of putting our lives into the hands of potentially quite drunken pilots who have a beef with their local union representation. Yes, drunk and disgruntled.